Page 22 of Unwritten Vows

Liza

I wake up to his mouth on mine, and I feel like this may all be a dream. This entire past week feels like a whirlwind suddenly, as if my entire life has changed and I’m not prepared for it.

I’m being dramatic of course. But when he kisses me, all logic seems to go out the window.

I kiss him back, knowing that this will be my immediate, unconscious response forever after this.

I wonder where the sassy girl who continuously shot her mouth off at him went.

All I feel right now is mushy, gooey warmth.

As I wake up, I’m able to think a little more rationally. It’s not a fun exercise. You had sex. You had sex with Derrick Stepinov, and now you are very fucking confused.

I don’t understand how just a week ago I could have hated him. I don’t understand how he could pretend to be someone completely different when we first met, and now show me so much more of himself. How come no one else knows him this way? How come no one ever guessed he could act like this?

Is it really that surprising? You never thought he could, either.

I sigh at the thought, knowing now that I didn’t bother trying to see more, beyond the facade.

I don’t feel so bad, though. Derrick liked his life that way.

He probably still will. If I want to be with him, all of this will be a huge adjustment.

But as he intensifies his kiss, I find it hard to care.

*****

I’m incredibly sore, which makes sense after I eventually recall the dreamlike sex I had with him in the middle of the night, so he sets me on the ledge of his huge hotel room shower and goes to work on me, soothing me with his tongue.

I think it’s going to be another rerun of any of the other multiple times he’s fucked me with his mouth, but he gets me hot and wanting, and then starts lathering me up with soap.

“You were worried that I’d desecrate you, and I promised I would. I’ve made good on that promise, haven’t I? But I have to make you all nice and clean again before bringing you back to Daddy, don’t I?”

The hotel soap rubs against my clit, slippery and soothing, just like his tongue.

I feel the grooved letters stamped into the bar, and I love it.

I love everything he does to me. He’s going a little too far with the soap for comfort, but I can’t help but love the sting along with the slippery feeling on me, and the rough heel of his hand just a moment later.

“My pure, innocent girl,” he says, pushing harder. “Tell me how dirty you are. Beg me to make you clean again.”

“Derrick,” I groan, “you’re not supposed to put soap…” I lose track of what I’m saying a moment later when he starts pulling away. I sigh and say what he wants to hear. “No, please—please make me clean.”

He hums in approval and rubs the soap against me once again, pushing harder and harder with each rub.

He pushes the soap into my hole suddenly.

It’s such a strange feeling. A motion that should be harsh, rough, and painful; but because of the slippery soap, it slides right in.

I should tell him to get it out of there—that this isn’t the right place for soap—but it feels so damn good.

My pussy pushes against it, and it slides half way out immediately. All Derrick needs to do is push it right back in for me to feel that fullness again, pushing against everything inside of me, just like his hard cock did two times last night.

“How many times can I make you come in a 24-hour period, sweet virgin Liza?” I may not have the answer to this, but I can tell him for sure it’s at least four times, because I’m about to blow.

I can’t believe I’m going to come from a foreign object ravaging the tight hole of my vagina, but I do. I come hard, and the damn soap spurts out of me and shoots to the other side of the shower as I scream.

“You’re so reserved everywhere else, little Liza. Except with me.”

Derrick kisses me hard and rubs water into my center as I come down, smiling against my lips. “There you are, sweet girl. Nice and clean.”

*****

I’m quiet during the ride back to my house. And I’m thinking. Too much.

I know exactly what’s about to happen. I know what Derrick is going to say, and I know how my father will respond after last night’s chaos. It begins the second we walk through the door.

“ Solnyshko ! Are you all right?” My father takes my face in both of his hands, squeezing my cheeks as he checks me over like I’m five years old.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m fine. I didn’t even feel like we were under a real threat for most of the night, until… well, the elevator.”

Daddy shakes his head as he inspects me. “I’ve made sure you have not had to deal with such things in this lifetime as of yet.”

To my surprise, he looks at Derrick as if waiting for an explanation, although I’m sure he’s already gotten a rundown.

“Sir, we were leaving the opera house and one of my guards told me there may be trouble. Apparently, they noticed Edoardo’s men skulking around.

We also had the press to contend with, so I didn’t waste any time.

We left just after they told us to, and we followed both of our security teams. I figured it would be better to go to my hotel, so no one would follow us there.

Unfortunately, someone must know where I’m staying, because there was a man in my elevator when I got back.

He said he was there for her, so I killed him without getting blood on your daughter’s beautiful dress. ”

My father’s tight grip on me loosens a fraction. “Why do you think Edoardo knew where you were last night, boy?”

He seems to think for a moment, but gives nothing away. I’m not sure what to say; I can’t figure out Daddy’s angle here.

Derrick speaks a moment later. “If it was Edoardo… then someone told him, I assume.”

He looks at Derrick, his eyes critical and tight.

Derrick swallows, but continues easily. “I have no idea who spilled this information, but we’re having the doorman of the hotel interrogated.” He keeps his voice calm and steady, meeting my father’s gaze with a clear one of his own. “

Daddy nods and looks back at me one more time. I’m still curious, looking between the two of them, but I say nothing.

“I know you are, because my men are with yours as we speak. He admitted to letting the man through—that he was bribed to do so.” My father relaxes slightly, and the tension in the room deflates like a balloon.

“You did well protecting my daughter. And you haven’t allowed any pictures to be taken of the two of you, which is a pleasant surprise.

I am glad you were with her last night, as my guards became preoccupied.

I wish the man in the elevator was still alive so that I could interrogate him as well, but overall, I think the incident was well taken care of.

” He looks Derrick straight in the eyes and holds out his hand. “Thank you.”

Derrick looks back into his gaze and shakes his offered hand. But there’s still something tense about this interaction that I can’t put my finger on.

I dart my eyes back to Derrick to see if he’s getting the vibes from this conversation that I’m getting. From what I see in his expression, I don’t think he is. He seems completely sincere, even modest. “Of course, sir. She was my date. I would never allow the woman I’m with to be in danger.”

I release the tense breath I’ve been holding as soon as my father’s face relaxes and he nods his head.

Derrick has clearly said the right things.

“Liza, I assume you had a satisfactory time with Derrick at the opera last night? I doubt you would have allowed the driver to drop you off with him if you hadn’t. ”

I look up quickly, taken off guard. “Well, Daddy, I… I didn’t even think to ask if I had another option.”

My father looks at me knowingly. “ Solnyshko , I believe you of all people know you always have another option.”

I swallow and bite my lip, looking down. I feel exposed, like I have a secret that he’s somehow found out. Or maybe it’s just that he knows he was right all along.

Daddy turns his attention back to Derrick. “Timur is hosting a party up in Boston next weekend, and I’m on the guest list. I haven’t gone to one of them in months, but I was considering it. I’m extending the invite to you, if you’d like to escort my daughter.”

“I’ll have to cancel my plans,” Derrick says, grabbing me around the waist and dragging me into him in a shocking display of PDA right in front of my father. When I look at him with widened eyes, he looks directly back at me with a smile, waits a beat, and kisses me on the cheek.

To my ultimate shock, when I look back at my father, he seems pleased . I think back to him and my mother and realize I saw them be sweet with each other many times.

“Ah, well, if you’re busy…” My father begins, with a cocked eyebrow.

Derrick clears his throat, a sign of discomfort clearly present, and quickly changes gears. “I wouldn’t even consider going now that I have an invitation from you, Sir.”

“Oh, wonderful! We’ll be leaving at 7:00 sharp.”

I’m left dizzy, wondering how my next date with Derrick was set up before I could even get a word in about it.

Daddy says I always have a choice, but in this case, it doesn’t feel that way.

What am I supposed to do? Let both of them down by telling them that this is going too quickly? Admit that I’m nervous and confused?

Neither of them seem to appreciate the fact that I’m completely unaccustomed to what has happened to me in the last 24 hours. That I went from a self-assured, nose-in-a-book goody-two-shoes to that out-of-my-depth, second-guessing, skittish little bunny Derrick keeps calling me.

I feel frozen, so I just nod vaguely, unable to anticipate what might come next.